"Ship... Ship... Ship..."

  "I am a ship..."

  Three days ter, a peculiar ship, modified from a Wover vessel, eeding away from Dreamnd with no sails deployed. Propelled by massive waves created by the powerful Homie, 'Umibōzu', it surged across the o with astonishing speed.

  The Wover fg that once flew on the mast was gone, repced by a pirate fg. This new fg depicted a skull with crossed double-edged swords, fmes behind the skull, and wings oher side, fluttering proudly in the wind.

  Even more remarkable was the ship’s figurehead, which had an expression like that of a living being and was happily singing a tune. Beh the ship, an enormous anthropomorphic wave tio push it forward, creating a sight both shog and perplexing.

  On the deck stood five figures. Four of them were tall, resembling small giants, while the fifth was shorter than an average adult male, appearing to be in his te twenties or early thirties.

  After three days of testing, Streusen had used his 'Cook-Cook Fruit' abilities and his impressive cooking skills to wihe hearts and stomachs of everyone in Dreamnd. Along with his swordsmanship, which allowed him to execute flying sshes, he had earhe admiration of many in the group.

  With unanimous approval from Dreamnd’s children, Streusen had officially joihe newly formed 'Fallen Angel Pirates,' led by El, as their chef, navigator, and a batant.

  "Soul-Soul Fruit..." Streusen muttered, marveling at the living ship that sailed on its own, pushed by an enormous Homie wave. The power was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Despite being an experienced pirate and chef who had faced many adventures in the Grand Line, he couldn’t help but be amazed by this incredible ability.

  "Streusen, are you sure this 'Vivre Card' leads to Barbarick Isnd?" Gerd asked excitedly, looking around.

  Not only was Streusen an exceptional chef, but he was also a highly skilled navigator.

  "I’m positive, Gerd-sama! Every time I visit an isnd, I make a Vivre Card, leaving part of it there as a perma record to ensure I always find my way back," Streusen replied fidently, patting his chest. "I went to Barbarick Isnd three years ago! This Vivre Card was made then, with the other half buried there."

  A Vivre Card doesn’t just show the life status of its owner; when torn, the pieces are drawn to each other. In the chaotic magic fields of the New World, where even standard Log Poses often fail, the Vivre Card is the most reliable way to navigate to a specifid.

  This practice wasn’t uo Streusen; many experienavigators in the New World relied on it to ehey could always return to important locations.

  "But if I may ask, El-sama, what is yoal on Barbarick Isnd?" Streusen inquired, gng curiously at El, who stood at the bow of the ship with a sword at his side.

  "You’ve heard of ‘Mother’ Carmel, haven’t you?" El asked, gng at Streusen, satisfied with the ret addition of a reliable chef and navigator. His special Observation Haki firmed that Streusen had no ill iions.

  After Streusen joined, El officially formed the 'Fallen Angel Pirates,' with Linlin, Gerd, and Hajrudin as batants. The children of Dreamnd all wao join as well, but El set a requirement: except for Linlin, Gerd, and Hajrudin, everyone else o master at least half of the 'Rokushiki' teiques or one form of Haki to bee official members. Those ied in swordsmanship could train with Streusen, a skilled swordsman.

  While the kids stayed back to train in Dreamook only Linlin, Gerd, Hajrudin, and Streusen with him on this journey. With numerous powerful Homies left to guard Dreamnd, there was little o worry about its safety.

  "Mother Carmel? You mean the nun, right?" Streuseated for a moment, gng at Hajrudin and Gerd, both of whom were giants. "I’ve heard of her... though I also heard the giants call her a child trafficker."

  He remembered that the Wover had publicly denied such accusations, instead g that El was the real culprit in Carmel's death and that the giants were shielding him, a desdant of the "demon race."

  However, as a pirate, Streusen didn’t trust the Wover’s statements. Moreover, the photograph of El in his transformed state, published in neers, showed him as a massive, lightning-covered serpent-bird hybrid—a powerful Mythical Zoan user, it seemed. His decision to align with El was based on both preserving his own life and following someoh boundless potential.

  After spending three days El’s group, Streusen was even more certain he had made the right choice. This crew had unlimited potential, and the army of Homies alone was enough to amaze him. Not to mention that El and Linlin, as monstrous as they were, had physical abilities that defied logic.

  "That’s right, Carmel was indeed a child trafficker!" Hajrudin and Gerd, the two young giants, spoke angrily.

  "The Wover, unwilling to front Elbaf directly, has resorted to smeario maintain their so-called justid authority," El said, arms crossed, with a cold smile. "But they actally guessed right—Carmel was indeed killed by me!"

  "What’s more, I found out where she had hiddereasures she accumuted from decades of child traffig!"

  El had deyed retrieving those treasures because he didn’t have a Vivre Card to guide him. Since Carmel’s death, her Vivre Card had turo ashes, making it impossible to track the location. But now, with Streusen having visited Barbarick Isnd a a Vivre Card there, El had received a pleasant surprise.

  "What? Treasure?"

  Everyone’s eyes lit up at the mention of treasure. Streuseement stemmed from the prospect of wealth, while Linlin, Gerd, and Hajrudin were more thrilled about the adventure of a treasure hunt.

  "Indeed, Carmel hid all the wealth she accumuted throughout her life on Barbarick Isnd!" El’s eyes gleamed as he smiled. "But the treasure is sedary...

  "The amazing part is that she also hid two Devil Fruits there!"

  "Devil Fruits?”

  Bleam